In the quiet of the dawn,
Where shadows wane and spirits rise,
The world awakens soft and sweet,
Underneath the painted skies.

Each ray of light a promise made,
As nature breathes her morning hymn,
And dew-kissed grass in silence sways,
In rhythms known but lost in whim.

The heart responds to tranquil sights,
As birds take flight in joyous bloom,
In every moment, life ignites—
A tapestry of peace resumes.

• Andrej Ērgļs